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			<title>dfghjk</title>
			<description>The train doesn't pass this late at nightMost people would be consumed with frightLooking down from this heightBut I feel no fear for anythingExcept the thought of&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>kiss</title>
			<description>Song hook inspired by my ex, Jay. </description>
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			<title>Aokigahara </title>
			<description>Wandering through carved trunks, draped with knotted ropes...Flowers rot near a tent of a soul that could not be saved.I will find my place to rest. I will hang my body and let my soul be free.Follow the caution tape.</description>
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			<title>the usual</title>
			<description>I've already hit the floor, but it feels like I'm still falling. I lay in the corner like the pile of clothes that you never seem to pay mind to. Silently weeping still, and I'm sure my tears will continue to soak the carpet bare and provide you with another reason to raise your voice and your hand ..</description>
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			<title>underwater</title>
			<description>I wrote this on the 28th of October, 2010 about one of my many recurring dreams. 
I was a sophomore in high school. </description>
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			<title>she is a flower</title>
			<description>My fingers memorize the patterns of her freckles, scratching constellations into her alabaster skin. &amp;nbsp;I dived into her, and she into me. We are drunk, and I am intoxicated by my lip in her teeth, her fingers in my hair, her arms around my neck. The moon smiles upon us like the Cheshire cat and ..</description>
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